Archives for the month of: September, 2012

The first hour into an eight-hour international flight I started to feel anxious. My mind was reeling and it wasn’t a fear of flying. I had been seeing a guy for a month and I was happy but something felt off. My trip was planned for ten days so I would have to wait until I returned home to address my uneasiness. In the spirit of full disclosure, I knew he was seeing someone when we met but alas, many relationships in my city/generation start that way. When you start seeing someone they might be seeing other people and if things go well, you could end up dating exclusively a few months in after the “conversation.” How long can you hold onto the monkey bars? Longer than Suzie? Congrats! You win? If you’re reading this Mom, yes, I know it’s upsetting and far from ideal.

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Oh-em-gee… it’s my birthday today! Thank you for your support.

I started this blog and have continued to maintain it for two reasons: I was in what felt like more than a funk (slight depression) and a woman I grew up with first grade through college passed away unexpectedly. I knew that I had no time to waste but these two things made that cliché sink into my bones.

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Fact: not everyone flosses between their teeth. It separates the people who are passionate about dental hygiene from the people who just rub the toothbrush bristles around in their mouth for a beat so their teeth won’t fall out.

There is a similar divide when it comes to voting for the POTUS. There are people who are passionate about gun control, reproductive rights, tax breaks, religion in the government, etc. Then there are people who don’t feel passionate about any issues, know a bit about how the electoral college affects votes (check out this short, free, non-partisan podcast from Stuff You Should Know), and don’t make the effort to vote. They’re disengaged, disenchanted, and in a political funk.

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I’m a desk jockey and I have a naturally tight lower back so my job is essentially painful (bad joke). Vinyasa yoga has helped me alleviate this pain. If you aren’t ready to dive into a yoga class, I’ve enlisted Tina, Vinyasa yoga teacher extraordinaire, to prescribe a few poses that will help you loosen up. It’s ideal to stretch right before bed so you can literally shake off the day, but feel free to do these whenever you’re feelin’ funky. Eff the 9-to-5-sitting-at-a-desk funk and move around!

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I often feel like I’m having an out of body experience. These hands feed me, these legs carry me, these eyes guide me, but I feel as if they’re on loan. I spend more time wandering in my mind than engaging in physical activity. The only time my body has more control than my brain is when I’m dancing (oftentimes in a bar/club on a Saturday night)

When the film The Black Swan was released in 2010, I was reminded of my love for ballet and I promised myself I would take an adult beginners class at a local studio. That promise has yet to be fulfilled. The problem is twofold: I am afraid I will repeatedly embarrass myself in an adult beginners class (this is NYC so many of the students will not be “beginners” in the strictest-sense of the word), and the muscles in my legs and lower back are too tight for me to reach the floor bending over on a good day. I convinced myself that I need to increase the amount of yoga I do so that my muscles will be more limber. Then, I will be ready to take a ballet class. This is not a legitimate reason.

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My friend Tai is kind and warm-hearted, but she also embodies the qualities of the archetypal, gritty New Yorker who powers-through anything. Very eff the funk. Originally from Colorado, where she received her degree in photography, she claims that she liked shooting urban, gritty scenes before moving to NYC. For Tai, the work and satisfaction is in the nitty-gritty details. The day I followed her around Soho and Greenwich Village while she shot on her Canon she was using expired film so that the colors in the picture would be over-saturated.

We live in the age of Instagram (don’t hate the player, hate the app: Text-Only Instagram), but as Tai points out, “Having an Instagram account doesn’t make you an artist.” What does make you an “artist?” Putting in the time and effort. Do you focus your energy and invest time in your passion(s)? One of the reasons I started this blog is that I enjoy writing. It had been over two years since I wrote anything and I needed an outlet. I try to work on drafts for upcoming posts at least a few hours a week but the ebb and flow of everyday life can be so diverting. Sometimes I write in twenty-minute spurts while riding the subway. Without the time commitment, my blog would cease to exist and the quality of my writing would surely revert to sloppy, short-hand slang. Eff the funk and give your passion(s) the attention they deserve!

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